Lights.
Camera.
Action.
Your face covers the screen in the movie theatre.
Your smile brightens up the best makeup ads.
You are the girl that got the scholarship to attend college.
You are the man that represents your company during business negotiations.
The world knows you.
The world sees who you are.
But
You only show them what you want them to see.
You enjoy the daily conversations you have with the alcohol in the cabinet.
You run home to the empty space you have made your home.
Its hollow.
While you snort away the pressures that engulf your life.
And you like to play boxing with the face of your wife.
We write the scripts to the movie plot known as our life.
We do have deleted scenes.
The scenes we only reserve for ourselves.
The show ends there.
But replays here.
Public displays.
But
Secret dismay.
-Amanda ❤❤
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